Last Drink Bird Head

…is on its way.

A charity anthology for literacy, edited by Jeff and Ann Vandermeer.

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Daniel Abraham
Michael Arnzen
Steve Aylett
KJ Bishop
Michael Bishop
Desirina Boskovich
Keith Brooke
Jesse Bullington
Richard Butner
Catherine Cheek
Matthew Cheney
Michael Cisco
Gio Clairval
Alan M. Clark
Brendan Connell
Paul Di Filippo
Stephen R. Donaldson
Rikki Ducornet
Clare Dudman
Alistair Duncan
Scott Eagle
Brian Evenson
Eliot Fintushel
Jeffrey Ford
Richard Gehr
Felix Gilman
Jon Courtney Grimwood
Rhys Hughes
Paul Jessup
Antony Johnston
John Kaiine
Henry Kaiser
Caitlin R. Kiernan
Tessa Kum
Ellen Kushner
Jay Lake
Tanith Lee
Stina Leicht
Therese Littleton
Beth Adele Long
Dustin Long
Nick Mamatas
JM McDermott
Sarah Monette
Kari O’Connor
Ben Peek
Holly Phillips
Louis Phillips
Tim Pratt
Cat Rambo
Mark Rich
Bruce Holland Rogers
Nicholas Royle
G Eric Schaller
Ekaterina Sedia
Ramsey Shehadeh
Peter Straub
Victoria Strauss
Michael Swanwick
Mark Swartz
Alan Swirsky
Rachel Swirsky
Sonya Taaffe
Justin Taylor
Steve Rasnic Tem
Jeffrey Thomas
Scott Thomas
John Urbancik
Genevieve Valentine
Kim Westwood
Leslie What
Andrew Steiger White
Conrad Williams
Liz Williams
Neil Williamson
Caleb Wilson
Gene Wolfe
Jonathan Wood
Marly Youmans
Catherine Zeidler

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Cern Zoo

I got my copy of Cern Zoo today. A nice book. Out of the nine issues of  Nemonymous, I am in three…which is nice.

The Green Flash

I just got some copies of a zine called The Green Flash; with a story of mine called The Horse Shrine.

Wonderwaan

My story The Last Mermaid just came out in Dutch translation in the magazine Wonderwaan. So, I guess it has been done in French and Dutch now… 

Dr. Black at Red Demon Temple

I sold this story to Wheatland Press, for their Polyphony 7 anthology.

The Tongue in Spanish

My story The Tongue has been translated into Spanish, as La Lengua, and is up at La Idea Fija.

The Search for Savino

A story I wrote with the always interesting Forrest Aguirre is up over at Serendipity.

It was originally published in Neotrope.

This is the only story I have ever written in collaboration with another author, but I think it turned out to be a good match.

 

The Man Who Saw Grey

This story was originally published on Eternal Night, in 2003. It’ll be up here for about a week.

The Man Who Saw Grey

 

     “Not now,” she said pushing him away. “I’m cooking.”

     “So am I,” Greg laughed, kissing the back of her neck.

     She twisted. “If you need something to do, why not change the burnt out bulb in the living room. You said you would do it two days ago.”

     “I said I would do it yesterday.”

     “But you didn’t.”

     “I was painting.”

     “Still.”

     He sighed, opened one of the lower kitchen cabinets, took out a small spare bulb and put it in the pocket of his khakis. He watched his wife, Cassie, and noted how sexy she looked, poised in front of the stove, stirring the spaghetti sauce, her blond hair done up in a bun. She often got on his case about not performing chores; but he considered his painting to be far more important, and the little time he had, when not at his job, he tried to dedicate to it.

     “So I’ll go change the bulb.”

     “You do that.”

     Greg Schwegler kissed the back of his wife’s neck, went into the living room and turned on the reading lamp. He glanced at one of his paintings which hung up over the couch. It was an expressionistic work, which made use of slops of yellow and red in a slightly adventurous way. He considered it to be a good painting, and it very nearly was. Though he had a decent job as an administrator at the DMV, downtown, he considered himself to be a painter at heart. He had had his first showing the year before at which three canvases sold.

     “It would be wonderful to be able to make a living off my painting,” he had told Cassie.

     “Sure, but the money from those three paintings wouldn’t keep us going for more than a month.”

     “Still, it is a nice fantasy.”

     In order not to frighten her, he told his wife that it was a fantasy; in reality it was an ambition. Though he was but a mediocre painter, he thought he had talent. It was perfectly possible that, with time and labour, he might have become a true artist, – A thing more rare than a two-headed cow.

Maledict Michela

This story was originally published in Nemonymous (2005), and subsequently translated into Portuguese in Phantastes (2006), and Greek in Universal Pathways (2007). I’ll leave it up for about a week.  

 

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The Cruelties of Him

The following story was originally published in Darkness Rising 4, Caresses of Nightmare (2002).  I’m going to leave it posted for about a week.

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